"Well than, who are you Amelia Lane." Alessio asks in a low voice. Little does he fucking know.
Amelia has had one thing on her mind for the last year and a half. Killing the Moretti family bloodline. But Will she succeed in her suicide mission whe...
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Alessio Moretti
Amelia still lays as still as the air in this plane even after 3 and a half hours of being passed out. She stayed in the same position for two and a half hours until 30 minutes ago she started to toss and turn which made me worry about her drug in take on the daily.
"Stare at her a Little more and she might wake up just to slap you" Alec says looking up from his laptop. I glare at him in return and turn my attention to my laptop in front of me. Back to work, otherwise this isn't gonna work.
I sigh. I need a distraction from the disgusting human that lays next to me. How can someone be so annoying and infuriating? I sigh once again and stand up, needing a break. I could do one of two things, one; try to sleep, even though i had been diagnosed with insomnia for as long as i can remember, or two, i could fuck one of the flight attendants into oblivion.
Still not sure what option to take, i walk over to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. quickly turning the tap onto a cold setting, i splash my face with water hoping to get something out of wetting my face.
A knock interrupts my line of thought. I let out a low groan of disapproval, "what" I snap at whoever the fuck just knocked on the door.
"Hey handsome." A squeak emerges from behind the door that now suddenly has opened. oh my fuck. Not this bitch.
Ameliyah with a 'y', why couldn't she just be more simple and have her name like Amelia's. She's everything I do not like in a girl. Honestly I'm surprised I haven't gotten her shot in between her eyes yet. But considering the circumstances behind her basically being my family friend, I cannot touch a hair on her head. I mean who even let her come on this mission? She's a horrible partner, that's for starters. She can never hit her aim and she never focuses on anything for long enough to be able to go on a mission in the first place. She's just useless.
"What do you want Ameliyah?" I say talking to her through the mirror that I had been facing.
"Why so glum babe, I'm here now." She says attempting at walking sensually closer to me. God this is really painful to watch, and I don't mean in a good way.
"Can you just fuck off already, I have bigger things to worry about." Like what I'm going to do to that flight attendant if I get any more stressed out. I glance at her facial expressions, seeing her attempting to look sad. " what I meant to say was, I don't have time for this Ameliyah. I'm dealing with something right now." Fuck man, god knows the torture that would happen to this girl if her father wasn't an important ally.
I watch as Ameliyah nods and steps back. Thank the devil.
I march passed Alec who is now passed out on the white leather couch and Aria who is too lost in her book to realise I was even walking by her and grasp my hand around a tall brunette by her hair and smash my lips onto hers.
